don't you think i already
know what it means to wait,
don't you think i already
have understood the gravity
of loneliness, our hearts so
effortlessly bruised and
cracked by stones of madness
we gathered on nights that
lost its solemnity because
of promises i could never keep,
because of words i failed
to utter when you needed to
hear them, because of my
own incapacities, my own frailties.
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